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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Inside the Glitter Factory
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Sound Wave Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]
	[color=purple]"Y'know, one of these days we [i]really[/i] need to have a sit down with you, because I feel like there's a lot we don't know,"[/color] Waverley mumbled in response to Zarina's blunt yet incredibly vague explanation of her parents. She glanced backwards as Callie did her thing, allowing Casper to slip past them without any trouble. Waverley let out a relieved sigh once they were all in the Glitter Factory together. [color=purple]"Alright, now that we're all-...Where's Echo?"[/color] the girl turned her head to-and-fro, looking for her missing teammate. Then, as if saying his name had summoned him, he stumbled back to them, a panicked look on his face and a word of warning on his lips. 

	[color=purple]"No, Cas, I think he means an actual, [i]literal[/i] trap,"[/color] Waverley clarified as her eyes darted to the imposing hooded figure that stumbled out the dressing room after Echo. It all happened so fast; she felt the sound waves of the gunshot before she heard them, and as soon as she did, almost on instinct, she amped them up as much as possible, causing the gun to launch from the man's hand to somewhere else in the crowded bar. The girl let out a sigh, looking to the others, hoping that the bullet hadn't landed on one of them. Unfortunately, her hoping proved to be in vain, a truth punctuated by the sight of Casper bleeding on the floor.

	[color=purple]"Fuck! Someone grab Casper, we should get out of here [i]now[/i],"[/color] she asserted, stretching out her arms in preparation for battle. She could feel every single sound that clouded the room; the screams of the partiers running for the doors, their feet shuffling against the floor, the panicked opening and closing of doors. But overwhelming all of them was still the music, which was what Waverley chose to focus on. She grabbed hold of it with her mind, redirecting it towards the hooded figure and pumping it up as much as she could. It seemed to work, the sonic blast landing on the strange man.